It's getting late on this a Saturday night. There was a time I might have found myself putting on my platform dancing shoes and Angel Flight slacks, getting ready to head out for a night at the disco. Yes, I used to go to the clubs and dancing my tush off, all the while hoping to meet "the one". But that never happened and a 2am I'd trudge to my car and drive home...along...and go to bed, my clothes reeking of smoke and alcohol, even though I didn't smoke and usually had nursed a Michelob Lite or Black Russian all evening. Such a swinger I was.
Sometimes I feel like its getting late, as in, too late to do anything about anything. I wonder if maybe you ever feel this way? This is related to the forgoing reminiscence only in the fact the hope seems to spring eternal for me. Even now if someone asked me to head out to the dance club, I'd probably at least consider going. And yes, I would probably even briefly entertain the fantasy that I would meet "the one" and fall in love and the whole nine yards. But these days, that would quickly pass I fear.
I tend to be disheartened these days by all the madness going on since the 2016 election. No matter what side you are on, you have to admit, if you are being honest and real, that it's hard to be an optimist these days. And that is why I wonder if it is really as late as I think? Is there any hope of getting through this as in "this too shall pass."?
But of course, this too shall pass. We will move on, persevere and find yet another shiny object to attract our magpie minds. Geez, I am sounding cynical. Am I? Are you? I truly hope this, as with all the nadirs of eras past, will truly pass; that too much damage will not have been done and we can all remember we are one big human family.
Below is a song sung as a commercial for Coke. Funny thing, I always thought it was possible to buy the world a Coke and keep it company...its the real thing.